dust
Dust drifting in a beam of light.
I wish I may, I wish I might, be someone else, just for tonight. I don't want to feel, nothing is right. My dreams are all nightmares and the day is too bright.
Edit: thank you all for your feedback, I tried to reply ro everyone. Consensus seems like it should be a little longer to give some sort of conclusion and that my current last line is a tad too long. Much appreciated, this was the first poem I've shared publicly :)
Posted Jan 4, 2023, 10:15 AM UTC · edited
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